In the quiet of the midnight hour,
When shadows dance and spirits cower,
A whisper calls from far away,
Beckoning souls to another day.

The stars above, they softly gleam,
Reflecting dreams in a silent stream,
Across the void, where time stands still,
Death’s gentle touch, a final thrill.

No more pain, no more sorrow,
Just endless night and no tomorrow,
In its embrace, we find our peace,
From life’s turmoil, a sweet release.

So do not fear the final breath,
For in its wake, there’s no regret,
Just tranquil sleep and endless rest,
In the silent whisper of eternal night.